Ok. So. It's half past eight and all I want to do is veg out with a BIG glass of wine and a stupid television programme. But after a full day of toddler care, tidying the house (again), making dinner (again), doing dishes (again), putting to bed DD2 who's horrendous at bedtime (AGAIN) I now have to knock my pan in doing marketing work which I HATE for a friend's organisation and then, if there's time, freelance writing work which I love but which is getting me precisely NOWHERE at the moment.
I feel so frustrated and fed up with just how little time there is to DO anything. DH helps a bit but I don't think he realises/appreciates how much I actually do in the house or what I'm trying to achieve work-wise. And I really don't want to have The Conversation where I patiently explain all this and end up sounding like a whiney wife. He does pull his weight - a bit anyway - and he's been very busy at work recently. Plus he works hard, and he's earning money which we really need.
I don't want to be a SAHM but I feel like, at least if I was, I wouldn't have to put up with all the pressure I'm putting on myself to get some work/succeed in something (anything) and could maybe even just put my feet up at the end of the day and enjoy that big glass of wine.
Rant over.